Introducing: Panda & Punctuation

Well, it’s been a while.  I have many excuses that are actually valid, and a few stories that would secure my time away as the most horrid summer ever.  But, that is all over now, thankfully.  And there were many, many bright spots in this summer.  I met wonderful, inspiring people.  I worked at a job that I love with all my heart.  I learned that I am stronger than I think I am, mentally and physically.  I learned that I can survive committing myself to 7 weeks of eighteen hour days, without a day off, and manage not to kill anyone.  Just barely.

But another bright spot has been two small black and white things that came back with my sister from Maryland.  It is a long story of how she went from getting one puppy to how two ended up spending the last several weeks at our house.  But they’re sweet enough to make up for it.  Panda’s ears earned her her name.  Punc(tuation) began as Blackie, but we wanted to change it.  I, of course, favored alliteration.  The exclamation-point spots on her belly earned her the name, and our shortened nickname ensured that she was suddenly acting like quite the Punk.  But, for now, I leave you with (just a few) pictures.


Summer lunch


If I could eat some combination of a cheese plate and charcuterie for every meal for the rest of my life, I would be happy.  Its not the best of plans, if I stop to think about it long enough, but occasionally, I do give into that desire.



I can’t bring myself to cook anything during the day, at this time of the year.  It’s too hot with the oven or stove on.  So my lunch today (and probably tomorrow, unless I have very strong willpower) was simple: 1 ounce mozzarella cheese, 1 plum tomato, several basil leaves drizzled with balsamic vinegar and olive oil, three slices thin-cut salami, half a dozen olives, the baby potato & two stalks of asparagus from last night’s leftovers, and watermelon.  Perfection.

He’s a keeper…

When I come home at 1:00am to find this waiting for me (and still warm):


Please excuse the terrible quality of a cell-phone camera in a dark kitchen.  But seriously, I think he may have put crack in that sauce.  Most amazing thing ever.